shapes of this world
scents of your soul
traces of terror
infused with pleasure.
how can you shape shift
without pain and sorrow?
how can you be this
without loss and burial.

tell me,
who are you
not the self you made
to appease this world
tell me who are you,
when you are sitting in your darkness

shapes of this world
scents of your soul,
baby you are lost in this space.
trace the loneliness
back to your younger self
then you will find
peace of mind.

mind who you let in,
he was your destruction,
but baby, he is also your savior
you got here because he gave hate
instead of love,
now you know what not to look for.

traces of your soul
lingers a bit longer,
so please let it lead you out of here